don't ever say "Let it snow"
Let it snow, and it snowed, and it snowed, and it stuck. Temperature outside is 24°F, no way I'm opening the door to stick my head out or take a deep breath of the frigid air, BTDT my Navy years earlier in my life.
On the concrete walkway outside our front door here at 7H, the snowdrift is easily two inches thick, and it'll be crusty and dangerous, not safe to walk on. Before bedtime last evening I went out there to snap a pic of the snow-covered garden park that's our front yard here at Harbour Village. It's Christmas card spectacular.
Linda said the city announced they'd be out salting the streets. We lived in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where they salted the streets with salt mined, as I was told at the Time, from under the city of Detroit. And then there'd be blocks-long lines of cars waiting to drive through the carwash to take the salt off, especially the underbody. Yet, every car older than a couple years was rusted out from driving on the salted streets during winter: we'll not be taking our cars out to drive on salt.
My mind is back to being awakened in the wee hours of the night to the scraping sound of snowplows driving by in the darkness. It was most special when we lived in Newport, Rhode Island, in officers' quarters at Fort Adams, where there was only curbside parking, and the next morning you'd go out challenged to find your own car in the white lumps stretching up and down the street.
When we went out on 7H porch to look last night, the surface of St Andrews Bay was covered with snow twenty or so feet out from the shoreline. Maybe we'll be able to ice-skate this morning. Or snowboard. Now I wish I'd brought my heavy overcoat and snow shovel when we moved home from Pennsylvania in 1984.
For all the bitter cold snowy winters, the Newport and Michigan years at college and university were the best part of my Navy life. Well, yes, the destroyer when we lived in Norfolk, Virginia, nothing else ever quite came up to that again.
Oh what the Hell, it's all good, let it snow ...
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Are we to take this Gulf of America business seriously? I'd be lying if I said I never wondered, my years growing up, why it was the "Gulf of Mexico" when most of the shoreline around it, stretching from south Texas to south Florida, was not Mexican but American, nomesane?
But X-ing out the guarantee of the 14th Amendment, which begins,
Fourteenth Amendment
Section 1
All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside.
In my law courses at university, the professors kept repeating that the Constitution of the United States says what the United States Supreme Court says it says; so now the challenges will go all the way up and the 14th Amendment will mean whatever the Court says it means. And they could indeed overturn all understandings to date and narrow the meaning of the 14th Amendment. No other authority can do that.
But the power and authority of the Executive Branch of our government depends on what they are willing to honor and enforce, and there is no power that can stop them. We are in for an interesting ride, so turn on and tune in.
And, BTW, never underestimate the potential of a declaration of a state of national emergency and martial law.
Depriving citizens of their citizenship and rights has been done before in my lifetime. What happened was horrific. Who will fight and what will happen this Time round? GOK, and G-D has reportedly staked His position, eh?
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And the greatest evil on the face of the Earth is politics and government based on religious certainty.
What the Hell, let it snow.
T89&c